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And though your tablecloth be ever so fine, There lies your beer, your ale, your wine ; Whereas had it been the leather bottel, And the stopper been in; it had been well: So I hope his soul, etc.
What do you say to these tankards fine ? Faith ! they shall have no praise of mine ! For when a lord is about to dine, And sends them to be filled with wine, The man with the tankard doth run away. Because it is silver most gallant and gay. So I hope his soul, etc.
Then what do you say to these black jacks three ? Faith they shall have no praise from me ; For when a man and his wife are at strife, Which is much too often the case in life, Why then they seize on the black jack both, And in the scuffle they spill the broth ; Not thinking that at a future day They must account for throwing good liquor away ; Whereas had it been the leather bottel, And the stopper been in, they could have banged away well.
So I hope his soul, etc.
A leather bottel we know is good, Far better than glasses or cans or wood, For when a man's at work in the field, Your glasses and pots no comforts will yield
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